Heart of Stone Emery and Jackson, Chiquita Dennie [top 10 non fiction books of all time txt] 📗
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“What are –”
I shushed her with a motion to be quiet, while opening her legs wider and stepping in between to join our bodies. I can sense her arousal and nervousness at not knowing what I’m about to do. The conference room was wall to wall soundproofed with dark walls and the only windows angle toward the traffic outside. Placing my hands on her hips, I soothingly place a kiss underneath her ear.
“You look beautiful today,” I say as I caress her cheek and place a second kiss under her ear.
Feeling her heat radiate off me has my balls wanting to burst out of my pants.
“You can’t do this at my job. What happened last night was a one-time thing?” Emery whispered lowly.
“You don’t believe, that do you?”
Turning away from my body she pushed me back, and I give her space to gather her thoughts.
“I... I need for you to keep this professional or I’ll have someone else take over your account,” Emery stuttered out.
“Okay.”
“What?”
“I said okay. Keep it professional; we had a moment and now it’s over. I can work with you and keep things business as usual, scouts honor.”
“Good, good, first thing we need to do is come up with a strategy for the new season. Are you kicking off an exhibition race?” She asked while standing up and gathering her paperwork.
“We are, and you should come.”
“That’s not necessary.”
I open the door for her to lead the way out.
“I think it is.”
I held my hand up to stop her from arguing with me.
“Brent put you in charge of my account correct?”
She rolled her eyes in annoyance at me. I licked my lips in remembrance from being in between her sweet slick folds last night.
“Keep rolling your eyes like that Emery, and they’ll end up getting stuck.”
“I... I...”
“Don’t worry; you can make it up to me by coming to our first exhibition race.”
“I feel like you’re using this race to get me outside the office for your pleasure.”
Watching the audience she had around her, I suggested walking over to her office and finishing this conversation.
“How about we go back to your office and negotiate the terms of you handling my account.”
“Mr. Pierce,”
“Jackson-”
“I prefer Mr. Pierce. Besides Dominique is handling the day to day business with your account. If there’s something she can’t handle, then she’ll contact me and will meet to discuss any outstanding questions.”
Stepping closer to her, I can feel her breath hitch as my chest presses up closer, her breasts swell. Noticing she’s getting flustered with our closeness, I run my palm against her soft jawline and cheek.
“Emery, the last thing you want to do with me is play games baby.”
“Emery, I thought that was you over here with Jackson,” Dominique stated.
“Mr. Pierce,” I informed.
“Excuse me.” Dominique stepped closer to me as Emery stepped back.
“I’d like for you to call me Mr. Pierce.”
“Ohhh... ummm sure Jack...Mr. Pierce. Emery, can I speak with you for a minute?”
“Of course,” Emery answered.
Buttoning up my coat jacket, I allow Dominique to pull Emery away from me and start working on my account.
“Emery, we’ll finish this discussion another time,” I told her while turning around and walking toward the elevator.
I knew I'd need a replay of last night as I watched the sway of Emery’s hips and ass in her knee-length skirt as she walked toward her office. I started plotting on how to get her to dinner.
Chapter 6 Jackson
AFTER LEAVING EMERY, I needed to get some work done. Getting off the elevator on my office floor, I noticed my cousin Kimberly pop up out of her seat and follow me into my office.
“Jackson, you have two meetings back to_”
Opening the door, we both get the shock of our lives as my ex-girlfriend is lying across my desk in nothing but her negligée and high heels.
“What the fuck Jessica, put your coat on!”
Kimberly shakes her head and walks back out of my office. I close the door with a scowl on my face.
“I’m sorry baby, let me make it up to you.” Jessica walks seductively over to me. We broke up a year ago after she cheated on me. She’s around 5’7 in height with a mixture of hazelnut and toffee skin tone. Slender figure and large breasts. She used to be a model, but after we started dating, she became too comfortable with my money and quit working.
“Baby, I miss you.” Jessica caresses my chest and leans up to kiss my lips. I turn my head to avoid her lips, and she kisses my right cheek.
“Why are you here, Jessica?”
“Is that any way to speak to the mother of your child?”
Closing my eyes in frustration, I grab her hands to move them away from me. I walk over to my desk and sit down in my chair. I shook my head when she tried to come closer and pointed to the chair in front of my desk.
“Again, why are you here?
“Jackson, why can’t we get back together? We both lost a child, and I’m seeing a therapist now, we could go into couples counseling to figure out how can we heal.”
“I’ve moved on, and you moved on or are you forgetting me catching you with your photographer buddy in your hotel room.”
“That was a mistake, and I apologized to you about that. I was still hurting from losing our baby. You stayed working to get over it. Twenty-four hours a day while I stayed home grieving!”
“Jessica...”
“No, you don’t get to dismiss me like that! We love each other!”
Kimberly rushes in after hearing Jessica yelling.
“What the hell’s going on in here?” Kimberly asked while looking from Jessica to me.
“None of your business,” Jessica remarked.
“Jessica, I suggest you take your stank attitude somewhere else. Because we both know you can’t whoop my ass.”
“Kim, I’m fine. Jessica is just leaving.”
“No, we have to discuss this!” Jessica shouted.
“I’ll call security,” Kimberly replied and walked back out.
“You have to leave. I have another meeting. Nothing you say will cause me to give you another chance. I’ve moved on already.”
She drops her shoulders in defeat and bites her bottom lip as tears start to pour out of her eyes.
“Who is she?”
“You don’t know her. Now if you’ll excuse me.”
She picked up her purse and keys off the floor right as security popped in behind Kimberly.
“Do we have a problem, Mr. Pierce?” Security asked.
“This isn’t over Jackson. I’ll meet you at your place tonight for dinner. Kimberly, I would say it was nice seeing you again, but we both know I’d be lying,” Jessica sarcastically stated and walked out with her coat open showing off her body in her negligee, bra and panties.
“Whatever.”
Watching Kimberly pour a glass of brandy for herself and then one for me, I laughed in amusement at her lack of office etiquette.
“What?”
“You do realize you’re at work and I’m the boss.”
Shrugging her shoulders, she takes another shot of brandy and passes me a glass.
“You do realize I hate your ex-girlfriend and the entire family wonders if we should commit you into a psychiatric ward for bringing her around us.”
“I wouldn’t fight you on that. But, honestly at one point, Jessica was my world, and she didn’t act this way. After she lost the baby, something changed, and she just became this money hungry, celebrity chasing star.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen her on all the blogs with different guys. I suggest you get her tested before dipping back into that pool,” Kimberly joked.
Waving her statement off, I gather my notes and get ready for my meeting.
“Who is the first meeting with?”
“Brent sent over one of his contacts. A guy named Anthony Davis. A well-known designer in the business.”
“Okay, send him in, and let’s get going. I have a date tonight I can’t miss.”
“Ohhh! Who’s the lucky girl?” Kimberly claps her hands in excitement and sits on top of my desk.
“You must have forgotten Jessica was just laying on top of my desk in just a negligee.”
“Ikkkk! I have to go get a tetanus shot now.”
“Kim?”
“I’m serious, that girl’s had more miles on her than our first NASCAR race at the start of your company. I’m surprised you haven’t caught anything.”
“I do worry about you.”
“You know I only speak the truth. Besides, who keeps you laughing during those boring meetings and dinners?”
She opens the door to allow my first client to come inside.
“Mr. Davis Welcome to Pierce Enterprises.”
Chapter 7 Emery
LISTENING TO DOMINIQUE ramble on and on about Jackson and her dating is making me nauseous.
“Dominique, I have a—”
“Seriously Emery, you need to leave Jackson alone. I’ve already claimed him for myself.”
Tired of her attitude, I rose out of my seat and walked up to her with my arms folded across my chest.
“Let me remind you since you’ve seemed to forget. You work for me. My name is on that door as Executive VP of Account sales. Neither one of us is dating Mr. Pierce because he’s a client and if I find out you’re making advances toward him-”
“Emery I need your help!” Angela screamed as she burst through my door with Brent chasing right behind her.
“Angela get your ass over here now!” Brent yelled angrily.
“No!” Angela shouts as she dodges his arms and runs behind me.
“Brent, what is going on?” I questioned.
Angela pulls me in tighter, nearly choking me to avoid Brent’s reach.
“She just interrupted a critical meeting with some clients. Walking in like she runs things demanding to have a client wear pant suits, shades, a wig, and stay twenty feet away from me at all times.”
“Angela...” I exhale in annoyance
“Well, she had no business coming onto you,” Angela muttered softly.
“Who was the client?”
“Chanel Goldstein.”
“Are you talking about the Goldstein’s that own all of downtown and the shopping stores in Manhattan?”
“Yes... Emery move out of the way.”
Seeing Brent start to take his belt off I knew it was time for me to go home.
“What are you doing?” Angela shrieked.
“What does it
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